By Jay Sekulow
The left's outrage over the IRS turns to a plea to 'move on'
At the bar, everybody knew her name. Nancy Lanza was the one who, if she heard you were short on cash, regularly offered to pick up the tab at My Place.
"Her family life was her family life. She kept it private when we were together. That was her own thing," said Louise Tambascio, who runs the warmly lit pizzeria and bar with her own sons, and became a shopping and dining companion of Ms.
